Sonnets From Other Lives: Zeke

the Ave broke out in music yesternight
all those little phones became trombones
people look down at their hands & think alRIGHT
& they altogether lift their horns & blow
& DANG they good ! now EVERYBODY ‘S dancing!
cops don’t do a thing--they INto it
people start to notice they can sing
the same song at the same time & they DO it
the street is ROCKIN now the place goes SEISMIC…

what was that song? & why can’t I remember?
where is that feeling? & how can I find it?
how did the thread that led there fray so slender?
sometimes it’s real & then--O SNAP--it’s gone
on a good day I can almost sing along